Lu Laishun, an out and out farmer, and a farmer who has no surplus food at home, came to the world from him

"Isn't this your major?"

Li Luoyang didn't want to take over the interrogation. It hurt his character, so he insisted that Mo Jiao do it. Although Lu Laishun also hopes to be stronger, after all, he is just a farmer. No matter what kind of person he thinks he is in his heart, he finally has only the bearing level of farmers. In front of "professional" Mo Jiao, he will explain everything in less than a column of incense.

"As you guessed, he knows nothing except to cut off the water."

Li Luoyang shrugged his shoulders. He didn't even ask about Lu Laishun's ending. It was unnecessary. Mo Jiao was not that kind of soft hearted person.

"Let's go back. Maybe we'll see the grain team after dawn?"

"Do you think this possibility is great?" Mo Jiao said, but his feet were in a hurry to keep up with Li Luoyang.

"Otherwise? I can't sentence myself to death first. If we really want to say that, even if we can find a food team, how much can we play if we meet a large number of Manichaeism teams? Anyway, I won't work hard."

"You, how can you say that? It's food for disaster relief. If it falls into the hands of Manichaeism, the consequences will be unimaginable!"